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For my morning nap....
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from all reports there's a very good chance
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Bibi and Boobee's attack will not turn out as they've planned.
It's liable to hurt us VERY badly, but we will NOT be able to fault Iran for it.
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happy birthday
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You creep... besmirching Copernicus and Smokey Robinson and me.
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oh, for cripesakes
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It seems I'm not the only one positive he never died... though I don't trust the narrator's gossip girl shtick... it makes the most sense. I think we can agree on that much.
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i think most of my public here — UPDATED
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Consists of codgers... to one extent or another... with some intermittent surprises... and I'm always trying to arm everyone with valuable insights and information... with punctuations that come in the form of a heh or a brief musical interlude or some peek at the workings of a nutty old broad or whatever I think might enhance one's ability to progress from A to Z in the healthiest, happiest, most sensible fashion.
So yer probably old.
PAY ATTENTION.
Fuck off with yer annual flu shot bullshit. Yes, geezers are usually the ones out of all of us who die from silly stuff like colds and flu, but THE "VACCINES" ARE NOT VACCINATING US! They're killing us.
Just stop it. Load up on Vitamin C, D3/K2, zinc, NAD+... all the shit that assists geriatric immune systems. Then you won't get the motherfucking cold or flu that might've wanted to threaten yer wrinkled old ass.
AND, you will get bonus points in heaven if you think to impart this news to your friends and descendants. You could be personally credited with preventing the birth of an autistic, chronically ill or dead grandchild!
Your penchant for consensus is driving this planet off the edge of this galaxy.
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UPDATE: My friend, Hank, just sent me a darn pertinent link that might help convince you you're under a spell and, for the sake of your posterity, you ought to wake up from it.
I'm gonna tell you what I'm telling him. No matter how daunting or vexing you might find it, "'Remember, George, this is no time to go wobbly.'"
Don't go back to sleep. They're relentless, yes, and we're all mortal, but even if it's awful, the alternative is worse. Open yer yap and help the oblivious dipshits running dipshit obliviously toward that ledge.
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the need for regime change
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Is MOST accute in Israel, but should then be followed directly by ALL of the so-called "liberal democracies" with their bullshit "rules-based order". I don't know if I even care how anymore.
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honor
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Try it! You'll LIKE it!
I think it's been FIFTY years now of thinking all our problems with our treatment of veterans are FINALLY on their way out, and, there have been some improvements, in all that time, but they're NOT over, and in some respects they're worse than ever.
WTF, man? WTF?
Have they got this world domination shit timed into tides of forward and backward to correspond to maximum empowerment of psychopaths by increments of disempowerment of humans? And shouldn't we have been lowering our boiling point to make them work harder?
NOTHING should come before veterans' benefits.
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that's the spirit!
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And I hope he's right, but not as much as I hope we never find out.
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it's getting pretty damn cold
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Might get in bed and listen to some of the more recent PID podcasts... see where the art and science of outlasting assholes has gotten while I've been distracted. I'll report back if there seems to have been any advancement.
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much improved [for the minute]
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Wiped my entire nervous system from the train wreck pain wreck first shift of my day. Literally fried so hard that my evening nap was NO holds barred... and six hours long... and filled to the brim with a long running zombie movie that sees Woody Harrelson kissing on me in celebration of the humans winning.
No, really, we went from a gloomy forest setting where there was a pagan ritual in progress and a Nazi gang in their brown shirts with torches coming to break it up — aka pagan slaughter — and those of us who had observed it just slipped out the flank before the fascist attackers fell upon their prey.
They were zombie Nazis... and enzombiefied pagans... many of whom were movie stars in historic times... and we made it back to town to spread the news that zombies were coming for all of us. A geezer in the crowd told us it was going to be ugly, but a tanker would be shot down the west side of the Sierra upon our mighty Yuba, which would float right on down and out through the Golden Gate having squished and drown all the Nazi and pagan zombies. We'd win in the end.
High terror as many of us were taken by covert zombies. Charles Durning and Robert Duvall were the worst for me. I was not a hunnert percent sure of Woody though and he was coming in for that big ol' stanky smooch. I did not zombiefy from it, and that broke the pall of the Valley in the Shadow of Death that had characterized the hours of helping prepare humans for the incursion of zombies.
He'd planted that one on me because we'd just seen the tanker float past us on the river. That was the signal that the humans would win. And somewhere in there I guess my spine/hip/s fell, at least for the moment, back into where they belong and I goddam woke up to a reasonable facsimile of able-bodied-enough to get up and dressed and happening PAIN FREE.
I'm certain it won't last.
But I'm feeling MUCH better just now. Body and brain.
Amazing what enough dream sleep can do for little old ladies.
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